will I ever get there? does it really matter?

Everyday, back and forth, what's it for?

I don't know, I'll get out, won't have to check my watch

I don't have the verve to belong to this dead side

Why I ever tried, I don't know

Oh, dare I face the real world

Gonjasufi

You're the devil
You're the one that divides this place
This place so divided
If united we stand
then we ain't gonna to fall
Children walk on both hands
While man still learnin' to crawl
Children fucking blowin' up malls
Grown men fucking blow-up dolls

world of #PAIN

If you can't keep up with the basics, how can you keep up with the BASE?!

On the road

My Rainbow Beach read...

"...And I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop...”

Jack Kerouac